tee2emm
This is T2m. I'm changing my account because somehow I can't log into T2m and I have contacted admin as to whether I could get help with that, but admin never got back to. / And considering the friendship and encouragement I enjoy from of you I decided to register under this new username. Thanks
Sometimes it takes only one word
Blink just twice to behold the rage
A good song only takes a chord
Like a bad one don’t take a page
Sometimes it takes only one word
And all else becomes new image
It may look like a little ford
But just its spark starts a rampage
It slips off the lips of wrecked hearts
The rest is a foretold story
With holes like a bar's board with darts
Its flame’s tongue burns with a fury
It slips off the lips of wrecked hearts
The rest’s the rubble’s to bury
All tongues come with their moving parts
But this one's story is gory
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
The mouse have chased a general,
A drift from the natural.
The mice here have long claws
Like a lion's paws
Miniature in a giant's skin
A cow scared of walking over a pin
We are due to fumemigate
Our Warren G should 'regulate'
The filth has become obvious
Our minds' eyes are still oblivious
For it is too dark here
There's this thing about the unknown and fear
In the arena of heroes and villains
You're are bound to find sorrow and pains.
The hunter and the hunted sometimes trade places.
Trouble is known to wear many faces.
The stimulus of fear is interpreted by the head,
But not when the head has suffered stampede
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
Dear queen of this deserted throne,
The chirping birds and crickets;
The croaking frogs behind our home seem to have traveled with you.
I have swimmed this deep sea of space and silence,
It is warm and it is cold.
I will study stars if they can foretell your return.
I have felt the frostbite of our memorable moments,
Bringing you close to my heart and further from our bed.
I argue with myself if we are better apart or together
But teeth and tongue have taught me better.
Dear queen of this deserted throne,
Return and breathe life into this clay-moulded Adam.
Dear warrior of my kingdom,
This city is beautiful with its golden monuments.
The birds here fly with pride
And the people walk with majestic strides,
But, in spite it's beauty and glory,
It feels like a beautified royal cemetery.
Its monuments look like tombstones,
This is where beauty exemplifies ashes.
I have wished to fly home on milky ways,
To lay my weary head on your bossom.
Dear warrior of my kingdom,
Keep the gates locked, I'll see you soon.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
We come and we go
The earth still revolves
We are born and fated to grow
A puzzle only the grave solves
Boys grow into men
Girls become women
Treading a precarious line
No one ever makes it to the other loop fine
Birth and dead lie juxtapose
Like opposite pages of a book
The left opens the read, the right brings it to a close
Born, we strive to survive but death is all we Brook
The sun always dies
So the moon may rise
Life's but a beautifully designed craft.
Learn, love and live for we are like to the wind mere shaft.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
I have seen pain and grieve
They look like my mother in a casket lying still
With cotton-stuffed nostrils
As though to ensure she stayed dead
I have smelt the smell of lost
It smells like the new fragrance she wore
The freshness of he
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
Life is my birthright,
A right I sail turbulent tides to keep;
The snares of death, schemes of man and nature's tides.
Life is my birthright,
Like a king guards his kingdom, I guard it with pride.
Death lurks, a nightmare, where life lays beautifully asleep.
Life is my birthright,
A right I sail turbulent tides to keep.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
A generation of the blind
No, not blindness of the eyes
But blindness of the mind
If we cannot see beyond our eyelids
How can we see the poor and deprived
The voiceless, downtrodden and marginalised
Or the gross abuse of human rights
That the perpetrators seek to justify
And the media does well to glorify
Nothing is new on the news every time
Watching has become a depressing exercise.
A world of the deaf
No, not deafness of the ears
But deafness of the heart
If we cannot hear beyond our ear....drums
How can we hear about the rot of the earth
The cry of that child everyone have deserted
The ever loud war drum beat
The glaring yearning of humanity that
Is constantly well kept underneath the carpet
Which crisis analysts always help with beautiful excerpts
Buttressing governments' claim "there is no other way but that"
A generation of the numb
Not numbness of the 5 senses, no
But the numbness of the soul
If we cannot feel beyond the pain that is our own
How can we feel the hurt of those without a home
Those kids that go naked without food
Those that are not sure of a tomorrow
Those that wars have confined to grieve and sorrow
Isn't that why governments are always rude
Instead of apologising and making amends for policies gone wrong?
Isn't that why we post for pictures with the malnourished so the world can call us heroes?
Our cheap trick to be famous
The state of our society
Is a reflecting statement of who we are, really
But the mirror seems to be broken
Thus fine tuning the reflecting images
A world of selfishness, cruelty without rights
One country does wrong and another feels the bite
War erupts, one more wrong to make the other 2 right
A world of long days without nights
If you cannot go to sleep
How is it possible to dream?
A world bedeviled with drought
Everything hitherto coloured green is fading out
Unless the rain pours down soon
Like the fields, we are also doomed
Unless we feel, hear and see
This is where our end begins.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
Trees swinging and swaying
Winter wings bellowing
Fallen leafs collecting
More time to spend raking
What becomes of a garden without its green?
Once we met but have parted ways
The sorries, forgive mes and I love yous we once said
Lasted no longer than the spring rains
But the memories made always stays
Stay to make days long and nights cold
To make life somewhat lonesome
Relationships and trees
I don't see much differences
Both grow and flourish in spring
Wither and shed with the Winder's dry wind
Requiring much care, nursing and tending
Still without assurance of surviving
I have made a handful of friends
A garden I intend to proudly tend
All broken branches to bind and mend
Its green must know no end
I am irrigating till spring comes around again.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
Honeyed tongue
For your emptiness I longed
A mere shiny stone
Feigning itself a piece of gold
Thence to many stories told
So much for the water a basket holds
Hollowness and loud noise
You can't separate those
Loud mouthedness and lies
Faithful husband and wife
Unbreakable binds for life
You can't divorce those hard as you try
Heard this song long enough
Falsehood gets embraced while reason is tossed
Wrong destination is begotten by wrong courses
The end lays visible from the take off
No surprises but it still hurts
Hurt more than a deep cut
I knew you are as beautiful as you are flawed
Despite do I dare to trust
Hope against hope you prove me wrong
That everyone is capable of a turn
Even a bat can land on the ground
But I was the one who was wrong
A rodent that gets attracted by an owls eyes
Won't live long enough to realise that fatality of its fantasies
My tears and sties
Against that you can verify
My potent and infallible testimony
Can't make right of wrong
Like you can't have stars and the sun
Its either one or the other, never both.
Played my lot
Time to go
Time to move on
Hope you regret watching me go.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
app rap rap
I wonder if you will let me inside
I have come to flirt a bit
Let me caress your mind
And ****** your thoughts
Let me undress your soul
Let me foreplay your muse till it gets to cloud nine
Pour out the yearnings of your being
Things only the blind can see
Pour out the venomous poems within
Our hearts and souls are up for the cleansing
Put that pen on a paper, dare to dream
Dare to hope in spite the obvious end
A poem a day
Sounds like kneeling to pray
A poem a day
Sounds like a heart with a whole lot to say
A poem a day
Like the ever faithful sun and its rays
A poem a day
Chase gloom further away
A poem a day
Who knows, there may be a soul yearning to be saved
A poem a day
A poem a day
Just a poem a day
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC